I Would Never Say I Had A

It's So Hard To Listen To These Trains Outside My Window, Here It Comes Again. And It's Calling Me, Begging Me, Follow Me Down The Track. And It Moans So Dark And Low, Baby Ain't Comin' Back... It Sounds Like Crying, It Sounds Like Letting Go. Breathing And Lying, Sinking And Dying Slow. And I Watch From My Window, Touching The Cold Glass Sky. As The Train Rolls Down The Track, I Say Goodbye.

We All Want To Judge; It's An Intrinsic Part Of Our Society And Human Nature. I'm Not Surprised That Talent Shows Are Hits, But I'm Glad Some Of Them Aren't So Brutal.

No One To Hear, You Might As Well Scream.

There Will Always Be Someone Else With A Different View Than You. I Appreciate Them And Would Never Say That They Are Wrong. I Hope That They Would Give Me That Courtesy Also.

I Think I've Been On A Path Ever Since I Was Born, A Path Of High Stress. I Put Myself, My Career, It Was A Big Old Juicy Carrot Right In Front Of Me For All Of My Life.